The Victory Tour was the beginning of my nightmare, well, my figurative nightmare. Immediately after the Games ended I had nightmares regularly; after I went on the Victory Tour, my life became one.

The Tour usually begins in the District 12, and goes in descending order (skipping the victor's district) to the Capitol, and then ends in the victor's district. After the 74th Hunger Games, however, it was slightly different. It started in District 12 instead of skipping it and it ended in the Capitol.

"Remember how the Victory Tour started here?" I asked. Haymitch nodded and took a swig of liquor. "Well, that was President Snow's plan. He had some things set up with people and so he arranged to have it end in the Capitol so I could remain there for a while."

I paused and Haymitch said, "I thought something was going on, but I assumed it had something to do with the upcoming Quarter Quell. When you didn't come home on the train after the tour, I assumed it was because you liked living in the Capitol. I knew something was wrong when you didn't show up at the Reaping or at the Games."

"Anyway," I continued, "the stop here was uneventful; everything started in District 11." I took a drink of liquor and it burned all the way down. I paused for a while to collect myself before I continued, "After the speech we were taken into the Justice Building for a few hours before the train arrived. I was taken by Peacekeepers at gunpoint to a room in the dome of the building when we were split up. There was a man up there, I don't know whom, but I could tell by the way he dressed that he was definitely influential. He wasn't the mayor, so I think he was from the Capitol. Anyway, he told me to do exactly what he said…" I inhaled deeply and took another drink of liquor to hold myself together. Haymitch put his arm around me to comfort me and to gently encourage me to continue. "He told me to do exactly what he said or President Snow would kill my family."

There was a pause before Haymitch said, "I think I know where this was going. Another tribute was put in a similar situation a few years ago. You don't have to continue if you don't want to."

I nodded and took another drink. I had already talked to Finnick and heard what Snow put him through, and I knew Haymitch knew what happened, but I had to continue. "Before the Games I had never even kissed anyone," I paused again and inhaled sharply. A single tear fell from my eye and landed on my hand, but I continued. "I lost my virginity that day to a complete stranger. I never learned his name, all I know is that the sick pervert paid Snow for me."

Haymitch and I sat in silence for a while. I was glad he didn't try to say anything to comfort me, although I don't think he knew how. I had collected myself after a few minutes and resumed telling my story. "It wasn't as horrible as what happened at the Capitol, thank goodness, but it was still awful for me. When we got on the train I locked myself in my room and lay in bed hoping I would just die. The same thing happened at each of the other Districts. Some of them just wanted sex, but others were… different." At this pint I had a few tears running down my cheeks.

"Katniss," Haymitch began and then stopped, as though he decided against what he was going to say. He wiped the tears from my cheeks with the hand that wasn't around my shoulders and then took another drink.

"You can't tell my family," I urged him again. The last thing I needed was to make my mother and Prim sick with worry because of what had happened.

"I won't, sweetheart." Haymitch said harshly. I could tell he was somewhat bothered by the fact that I didn't trust him. He wasn't one to gossip, but I was still worried he would let it slip.

"The worst ones were the ones that wanted more than sex," I cried. I leaned into Haymitch and buried my face into his chest. He stroked my hair gently as I went on, "In District 9 there were three people. It was horrible. One of them hit me when I refused to give him oral sex. They threatened my family and forced me to have sex with all of them." I continued crying for a few minutes until I could sort of collect myself. Haymitch continued to stroke my hair until I sat up and took another drink.

We sat in the kitchen for a few minutes just drinking. I think Haymitch was at a loss for words. I knew he wouldn't have many comforting things to say, and he knew it was not the time for his biting sarcasm, so he remained silent.

"District 4 was the worst of the Districts. That man was truly sick and twisted. He put me on the floor and tied my arms and legs to furniture," I sobbed and said almost incomprehensively, "and used objects that were laying around." I kept sobbing for a few minutes longer before, surprisingly, Haymitch picked me up and laid me on the sofa in his living room.

"I had to try so hard to act like nothing happened when I got on the train," I continued quietly. I couldn't hold myself together any longer. Haymitch sat on the other end of the couch while I cried until I fell asleep.


I don't know how to add author's notes because I'm new to this, so if this is wrong and you could please put that in a review, it would be totally helpful.

Don't think I'm some crazy rapist or anything. This story just popped into my head because of some random other one I read... and I watch a lot of CSI, so it's not like I come up with this kind of sexual and violent stuff on my own. Okay thanks, bye!